ext_375177 ([identity profile] waterfell.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] onepassingnight2011-10-10 09:30 am

[011 ☿] Silent Planet Mercury

Unearthly quiet falls over everything. This place is empty and barren; nothing grows in its desolate grey soil. It's a void without atmosphere, but those who arrive here find themselves able breathe normally and withstand the incredible heat of planet Mercury's sun-turned side.

To the daughter of this planet, it's breathing the nostalgic air of thousands of years ago. Here, she is at her strongest and her best. She thrives in the sun that appears several times larger than it would on Earth, she basks in its intense rays despite the dark sky of space.

Without turning around, Mercury speaks with her eyes fixed on the sky. "Watch," she insists. She nods to where the sun travels towards its highest point - and stops for several long moments before beginning to unwind its arc backwards. It's a sight only seen here, and only now while it's been sped up enough to be observable.

Before she can say more, a second brightness flares so strongly that it almost overshadows anything else. Mercury suddenly lets out a pained whimper and shields her eyes from the holy light of Venus. She has that flesh-crawling feeling of a nightmare somehow.

(ooc: artist conceptions of Mercury sunrise. The effect described with the sun's path is due to Mercury's orbit and happens over the course of a Mercury day - about two months of our time.)

[identity profile] findmyownreason.livejournal.com 2011-10-29 09:47 am (UTC)(link)
Ami's mentioned her mother in this life several times and her devotion to her is obvious. He suspects it's a trait that didn't fade between lifetimes. Sitting and listening to her talk has been good for his headache. Voice low, he prompts: "What was she like?"

[identity profile] findmyownreason.livejournal.com 2011-10-31 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
It's a dodge. It makes him wonder about her mother. He knows she adores her current one. He adored his own mother with all the determined love of an only child with a widowed parent, them against the whole village. But not all moms are the same, even if you love them and it makes him wonder about the one that once lived here.

"That's a lot of responsibility. Especially for a kid."

[identity profile] findmyownreason.livejournal.com 2011-11-03 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
It makes just the edges of his lips twitch upward and his chin ducks as he makes a soft sound in his throat of amusement.

"I know. I met you. In a dream. You were playing in puddles." His eyes come back up to meet hers. "So I guess you haven't changed much."

[identity profile] findmyownreason.livejournal.com 2011-11-03 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
He makes a noise and ducks his head again.

"Did you ever learn how to dance the right way?"

[identity profile] findmyownreason.livejournal.com 2011-11-03 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just wanted to make sure my lessons hadn't ruined things."

He stands up, determined and ignored the way the blood rushes to his head and pounds behind his eyes.

"Will you show me where your city used to be?"

[identity profile] findmyownreason.livejournal.com 2011-11-04 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
As long as she doesn't expect him to run, or do anything else drastic, Cloud can keep up. He can't stay much longer but he doesn't want to leave her here, all alone, in the middle of the ruins of her own dreams, thinking about killing children. If he was one of the others, he'd have words to say to make it better, to clear everything up - but he's just himself and words have never been his strength. All he can do is be here for her and hope that somehow that makes a difference.

"They're still yours," he says and that means it's still important.

[identity profile] findmyownreason.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Mariner Castle?"

He keeps pace with her, boots falling heavy on the sand and broken rock. Everywhere he looks it's barren and his imagination isn't good enough to envision what this place must have looked like when it was a water planet.

He has a hard time imagining anyone ever living here, much less a thriving culture. It makes the loss somehow even deeper, because there aren't even any ghosts left.

[identity profile] findmyownreason.livejournal.com 2011-11-06 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
And Cloud, with an almost little boy light passing through his eyes, answers the obvious:

"Hell, yeah."

[identity profile] findmyownreason.livejournal.com 2011-11-06 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
He rocks back a little on his heels when the wings sprout.

Wings don't exactly have the best connotation for him.

But it's a set, not a single or several layers of them and more importantly, it's Ami. If Ami's got wings, he's all right with that. Her wings at least. He's still going to reserve his judgement on wings in general. So he takes her hand when she offers it, wrapping the fingers of his good hand around hers, but look he gives her is dubious.

"I'm not exactly light." Between muscle mass and a possibly thicker bone density, he's kind of heavy to lug around.

[identity profile] findmyownreason.livejournal.com 2011-11-08 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
He knows it's a dream but he still has to remind himself not to hold his breath when they break what little atmosphere there probably was. He's glad he doesn't have to cling to Ami though or her to him to get him here. So far he's kept her away from his infected arm and he intends to keep it that way.

Who knows what transmits through dreams?

It's strange to see a building, much less a castle, floating in the sky but - why not? She said her castle was here. And before they land, he turns his head, looking back at the desert planet blurring into kinder, softer colors under him against the rim of star touched darkness.

[identity profile] findmyownreason.livejournal.com 2011-11-11 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
He's glad when there's solid ground under his feet again and he lets go of Ami when she lets go of him. While she moves forward, he hangs back just a moment longer, taking in the huge building in front of him before following her inside. There's no doubt it's beautiful but it's a hollow kind of beauty and when he tries to fill it with people in his admitted limited imagination all he can conquer up are another one or two and even then he can't make them solid in his mind's eye.

The interior is just as beautiful, just as empty and Cloud, who's used to small buildings and people living close together, feels a little overwhelmed. By the sheer emptiness of it all. At her voice, he turns his head to look at her and he wonders if she sees this place the way he does or if her memories still fill it with life and light. Either way he doesn't offer anything, content, for the moment to simply follow her lead. Lost princess in a sleeping castle.

[identity profile] findmyownreason.livejournal.com 2011-11-11 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
Seeing the fish help. Not that fish are great company, at least as far as Cloud's concerned, but they're alive. At least something else is alive in this place. It keeps it from feeling quite as barren as it had before. As the planet below it does. He's reminded of Wutai before he follows Ami into the next room.

The computer screen gets his attention. Tifa would like that. The stars. It was hard to see the stars in Edge.

He'd wished on a star once...

Which reminded him -

"You kept your promise. You said one day you'd show me your castle in space."